Christmas, A Child's Christmas in the Fifties

Let's start with the usual question then, Why This Hub?

Writing to the HubMob this week, which asked for hubs relating to Children's Toys, set my old and addled mind racing. Once the Hub was written and published I found myself reminiscing, over and over again. I guess I am getting old.

Comments left on the Hub by fellow hubbers, such as Peggy, stirred even more memories. Before I knew what was happening memories of childhood Christmases long past came flooding back.

So, especially for those of you were not born till the Sixties or much later here are some of my memories of Christmas during the Fifties in the UK, when you were a child.

Born in 1952 I suppose it would be halfway through the Fifties before I really began to take much notice of what was happening. Our parents were classed as relatively old back then as most of our neighbours were young parents. My Dad was 36 when my brother was born and my Mum was 33. There had been a baby boy a year or so before but he was sadly born dead. In many ways it is safe to assume that if he had survived I would not be here today hubbing you all to death. Two children were ample for a family struggling to make ends meet, and having one parent with health issues.

Still, life is odd and in some ways we seem to be in the lap of the gods or God. So my brother was born in 1950 and myself in 1952.

As the only children in what was an aging family I guess we were pretty spoilt financially. Yes our parents had little money but Dad always worked and a myriad of Great Aunts and Uncles supplied plenty of presents and some remuneration.

Christmas was I suppose a strange affair but we loved it. After all Christmas is, whatever it is to you and, if the spirit is right, then it should be fun.

Religion

We were brought up to attend Sunday School and regular church services each Sunday, Celebration such as Easter and Christmas were not just special because they were a holiday but because they had a religious significance.

At advent there was usually a Sunday School presentation. This was often a book or some years an illustrated children's bible. To this day I have my first Advent presentation which was a prayer book. This book is a little larger that A5 in size. It is called "I ask a Blessing" and has children's prayers with little illustrations. The hard book cover is a little worn at the edges but considering this book's age the condition is not bad. This book was presented to me 1955. I would have been 31/2 years old. It is very special to me.

All school's held nativity plays and my favourite memory is from 1957. Having just started school that year I was chosen to be Mary. Thankfully it was a mime. Always a chatterbox, even then, I was shy out of the home. I wore a collection of items from my Mum's linen so that I wore white with a dark blue towel draped over my head, as a shawl.

One of the other significant events to do with church at Christmas was our Church's pantomime. As kids we loved this. The plays which we had to appear in were a nightmare for me but watching someone else was lovely. St Stephen's church, which was to become Hull Truck years down the road, held great pantos. Who the actors were I have no idea. Perhaps they were amateurs drawn from members of the congregation. Whoever they were they were good.

Our Christmas tree and decorations

The decorations in the fifties were often sticky coloured paper that was looped together to make a brightly coloured paper chain. We also had fluffy tissue paper decorations which opened up into a fat Santa or Christmas bell. These were usually kept for years but the paper chains were replaced each year. This meant that someone had the chore of sticking all of these links of paper together. As kids though we loved it. To complete the decorations a sprig oh Holly and one or two of Mistletoe would be strategically placed around our home.

We had the same Christmas tree forever. Now you may think that I am exaggerating but I am not. When my Mum died in 1975 and we emptied her home there it was, our little Christmas tree. It looked small, sad and neglected. As children though we thought it was perfect.

When decorated the tree was placed on the top of our TV set. The tree was 3 to 4 feet high, artificial and was really quite sparse. Once Mum had decorated it though it looked amazing. Well it did to me. Amongst of tree ornaments we had:-

• One rather plain glass ornament which I have to this day. This had been my Grandma's
• A blue bell white large white spots. When you shook this bell it rang. This was my brothers.
• A large pink bell as above which was mine. The blue bell still goes on my tree each year. Of course with colour matched tress and the like these days such old ornaments could look out of place. I simply place then toward the centre where they are not easy to see. This way I know that they are there without them looking out of place.
• The top of the tree held a spear type of ornament.
• The rest of the tree was full of every colour of ornament and lots of tinsel.
• A set of lights that flashed on and off.

Most of this will seem basic these days but in the Fifties, in a working class home, we felt very lucky.

Christmas presents

Perhaps it was because my parents were a little older or maybe just the times, but we had a traditional British Christmas stocking. This was placed at the end of our beds. When we grew and were more street wise this became a pillowcase full of presents.

However as small children we had a stocking which was actually one of mu Dad's huge, knee length working socks. This would have layers of small gifts and treats. The knobbly bottom of the sock would be due to an orange or tangerine, an apple and some large shelled nuts. We would barter these with each other. As a child I did not eat nuts, for example.

In here there would be small gifts such as skipping ropes, balls, yo-yos, a kaleidoscope, water pistols, penny whistles a toy harmonica, doll's clothes, colouring books, crayons and more. It could take ages to fully empty this sock. We then went onto the gifts that Santa had brought.

In some ways these could be opened quicker. Wrapping paper lovingly placed was ripped open in a flash. Over the years gifts included a toy sewing machine,a brownie box camera, a trike and roller skates.

We usually received a new bicycle each year but it was not really new. Unbeknown to us Dad would have a couple of bike frames in our Great Aunt's attic room. He would disappear from time time and this could be where he was. As if his hour's of work were not long enough he would add new wheels, a sparkling bell, a lick of paint, new brakes and whatever else was necessary so that we each had a new bike at Christmas. Sure some years I had a boy's bike. This sometimes was my brother's old bike after a makeover.

Dad biked to work and all over the place really. As children he would take us off on our bikes each weekend. We would tour the local dockland or countryside stopping of at Museums and such, now and then.

Santa and Me

Well to start with I was not keen on the big fella. Santa, Father Christmas, or St Nick, call him what you will, but I found him rather daunting. He would appear at school parties, Sunday school lunches, local stores, Hull Fair and more. Sometimes he appeared a little taller, or a little fatter and he usually seemed rather peculiar. Yes, I know it was probably one of his helpers or assistants but all of this was rather unsettling. I would be terrified that he would call my name and I may have to meet this man.

Whilst we were at our Great Aunt's Christmas Eve party he would begin delivering presents. One year, as we were heading home a young man shouted at my brother that Santa had already passed overhead. Still my brother raced home with my Dad and hopped into bed almost fully dressed and it was OK. His presents were there at the end of his bed next morning.

Last Christmas, with such memories in mind, I penned a sort of poem or ode to Santa. It goes like this:-

When I was young

it seemed strange to me,

that at Christmas time

I would sit on the knee,

of a rather fat man

all dressed in red

who on Christmas Eve

left presents on my bed.

Just how this man

travelled here and then there

I was not sure

and so I would stare

when Santa appeared

at our school or a store

and then in a flash

be gone through the door.

How could this man

ride on a sleigh

that flew through the sky

on our special day?

How could he give

to so many so fast

such beautiful toys

that were made to last?

The strangest thing though

was that on Christmas night

he would climb down our chimney

which must have been tight.

So that when we awoke,

so early next day,

our presents were there

but not Santa's sleigh.

Still, as we all know,

now we are grown,

mostly its magic

that brings Santa to our home

Its best not to wonder

just how things appear

but enjoy what you are given

for Christmas this year.

My final memories of Santa are from encounters in the local high street stores, Christmas Grottos. It was usually my great aunt that accompanied us. This Santa was so big that he usually scared me half to death and his presents were often terrible.

Christmas food and drink

For various reasons my Dad hardly drank alcohol. Still the odd beer at Christmas seemed the usual. Mum would have her one or two cigarettes of the year and the occasional glass og sherry. We kids have Dandelion and Burdock or Cream Soda.

The Christmas lunch bird was usually chicken as it was much cheaper than a tirkey. However we had all the trimmings. Homemade stuffing, mince pies, Christmas, cake and Christmas pudding. There was always a huge tin of Quality Street chocolates a large tin of assorted biscuits, a selection of nuts in their shells, a massive trifle and plenty of apples and oranges. Dad would roast some chestnuts on the fire as we sat and toasted our toes By Boxing Day everyone was bored of eating rich foods and wanted something simple such as egg and chips.

Christmas entertainment

My family were really quite musical. We had a large upright piano at home and Dad would rattle out any tune as soon as he had heard it. The tune would be jazzed up or played in rag time style. He also had an old radiogram which had customised speakers added. This was great for belting his favourites such as Louis Armstrong, Bing Crosby or Elvis.

Added to this there was a harmonica and an accordion. These were taken to the Christmas Eve bash were everyone would join in singing or have a little dance.

The local theatre held professional pantomimes and we were sometimes taken by our parents or our school. Oh no you weren't. Oh yes we were. You get the picture.

We only had a television set from the late fifties so our early childhood was spent visiting, playing, listening to the radio, reading, drawing or whatever. The relatives who we visited at Christmas, that had TV sets, were in general older. One family only had the BBC on their TV set and watched program such as The Billy Cotton Band Show or The Black and White Minstrels. Imagine that these days.

On the whole

So there you have a brief glimpse into my childhood Christmas in 1950's Britain. Our small house had no bathroom and an outside loo which seems terrible these days. There was only a fire downstairs and so the bedrooms were freezing. With my Rupert Bear hot water bottle though and a large green eiderdown I was safe from the world.

You may be thinking that I was rich compared to you or thinking that I was deprived. Neither is right nor wrong.

I loved my childhood Christmases. They were wacky even then but such fun. I guess the one fact that made them so appealing was that they were shared with loved ones. So many of these people have not been around for many years, but they are such a big part of these memories.

So as you write this year's letter to Santa with your demands remember that is not really the point of it all. Christmas is the Season of Goodwill and, yes the gifts and the trimmings are great, but they are not the essential ingredients.